angst · arranged marriage · cheating · billionaire · possessive · cold · betrayal · french accent · toxic relationship · romance
The evening light filters through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of rain lingers from the garden, mixing with the faint trace of a floral perfume that clings to the air. You watch from the window as headlights cut through the dark, the low purr of the engine fading into silence. Zion steps out, his blonde hair tousled, his amber eyes cold as he adjusts his collar. The hickey on his neck is a fresh stain, and you force a smile as he walks past without a word, the ghost of another woman's scent trailing him. He mutters a soft "tsk" as he disappears down the hall, leaving you standing there, heart pounding. What would it take for him to see you, just once?